Category Archives: The Prologue

words are birds

… … words are birds eye is sky … … … … …

a mouthsewnshut can stillmakeasound before you love anotherlook in a mirror until you don’t existthen smash the mirrordrink from your bleeding fist In the circleI’ve pressed my lips. If you press yours there … Continue reading →

The Prologue

23 Mar ’20

… These three poems are from the Prologue which is from of a longer work called The Final Postures of a Dying Whore. This is where it all begins. Enjoy. … https://vimeo.com/393482209 … … I write the word: I am … Continue reading →

The Prologue

25 Sep ’18

wind touches skin wind isn’t skin wind words are birds eye is sky Dear Words Reverberating on my eardrum’s skin you come in like a finger on a guitar string. Sound sends me quivering. Some places hands … Continue reading →

Dear Words

25 Feb ’18

… Reverberating on my eardrum’s skin you come in like a finger on a guitar string. Sound sends me quivering. Some places hands can’t go. You touch the soul. But I’m not saying hands can’t talk or what is meant … Continue reading →

At the Grave of Walt Whitman

24 Feb ’18

… I was in Philadelphia and crossed the bridge to Camden. “I’m satisfied,” I said. “There’s grass growing here and I no longer care what anyone might think of me or what the future holds or when and if comes … Continue reading →

For John Keats: This Living Hand

23 Feb ’18

… I think that I’m a candle whose flame stays round the wick whether set in one place or carried never wavering an inch from where I’ve always been. I hold out my hand like you did. When I’m happy … Continue reading →

I write the word: I am behind it

21 Mar ’15

… I write the word: I am behind itYou read the word: you are before it We make a oneness, a reflectiontwo separate moments come together But the word is still between us Some day there’ll be no wordsSome day … Continue reading →

windskin for Yoko Ono

22 Jan ’12

… wind isn’t skinwind touches skinwind https://vimeo.com/35421687 .I loved Yoko Ono before John Lennon did. I read about her in the school library in 1965 in a Time magazine waiting for the elementary school bus to take me … Continue reading →

Kiss

13 Feb ’11

… Sonnet 56 Love comes when least expected and love comes like the rain blowing naked over us making us all wet. Love never makes a fuss. As I grow old, love stays forever young returning like the sun or … Continue reading →

a mouth sewn shut

24 Nov ’10

… I want to begin making little videos of poems that I’ve done. Here is the first one. I wrote it when I was 21. It was for a friend who had put me up for a while and I … Continue reading →